My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time I'm close to you I lose my desideratum.

When I came in from Paris recently, for some reason the guy from customs wanted to know what kind of music I wrote. I was like, "I really want to please you so you don't keep me here, but I have no answer to that."

I just don't really listen to music. I'm probably missing out, but I don't want to know what everybody else is doing. Nobody is strong enough to not be influenced. And I don't mean influenced by copying - I'd be influenced because I wouldn't want to do what someone else is doing. I want to be able to do whatever I feel like doing and not worry about anything.

I'm a tulip in a cup. I stand no chance of growing up

How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

I also just accept that I might never want to write a song again.